Gentle, Be GentlebyNakod Apa©
It was late February when the Widow Woman and her Nubile Daughter came to live in the house next door. And naturally, since I had my well earned reputation to maintain as the local, eligible bachelor, I cast my blasé eye over them.
Although the Widow Woman herself was fairly presentable and I reckoned that, while I would never be so cruel as to oust her from my bed - if by some accident I found her in it, she didn't appeal sufficiently to be added to my list of planned future conquests.
But the Nubile Daughter was different. There was something that made her most beguiling, almost irresistible. Deep down I sensed within me a greater lust for her than any other female I'd yet chanced upon.
However, being well aware of the dangers inherent in cradle snatching, I determined I would be wise to ignore her - at least for some months. This, with some difficulty, I managed until mid-summer.
Around July the hedgerow separating the gardens to the rear of our properties had become in urgent need of clipping. So, as a responsible householder I took measures to correct the situation.
Slaving in the hot sun I had reduced about half of the shrubs to a shade below head height when I spied Nubile Daughter walk down the garden on the other side. From the small blanket she was carrying it appeared she intended to sun-bathe in some secluded spot. But it was her clothes, or rather lack of them, that caught and held my eye. All she was wearing were a thin crop top - through which I could clearly see her heavy, ripe, pleasure promising breasts and sharp nipples - and a brief thong that clung tightly enough to outline her mound and its coveted furrow. My shorts were suddenly a couple of sizes too small.
As I gazed after her a quiet voice asked, 'Are you watching what I think you're watching?'
Startled I looked over the hedge to discover Widow Woman crouched weeding a flower bed. 'Yes, your daughter,' I admitted, self-consciously.
'Do you want her?' She said, sotto voce.
'I would if she were not too young,' I murmured.
'That's a social attitude, not a natural one.'
'I've heard that before. The theory that says a girl's ready when nature decides she's ready, not when the law decrees.'
'I know, and as a guardian of the law you can't afford to break it - or at least not get caught. Still it's no longer a problem. She was eighteen last week, and she's looking to become a woman. All she lacks is the right man.'
'It could be you.'
'Nah, she'll want some fellow nearer her own age.'
The Widow Woman gave a low chuckle. 'Men don't have a clue what women really want. I'll bet you've never noticed the way she looks at you.'
'She hasn't said anything.'
'And you males are supposed to be the hunters? Press her enough and I guarantee she'll let you take her maidenhead.'
'And you won't mind?'
'Why should I? Better she gives it to a man I know than some yahoo. I'll even arrange it - for a consideration.'
I might have expected it - no free lunch. 'Well,' I said, 'I'm sure she'll be worth it. Name your price.'
'Two for one.'
'I'm sorry, I don't get it.'
'Every time you screw her, you lay me as well.'
She chuckled again. 'Who knows what pleasures the future may hold. But no, not for now. I'll trust you to keep count and pay up in good time.'
I nearly jumped for joy. Without hesitation I agreed, 'You've got a deal. Just let me know when and where.'
I looked across to where Nubile Daughter was now stretched out, eyes closed, shapely boobs gently rising and falling. I glimpsed a few dark hairs sticking out from under her thong.
'While you're about it,' I remarked, 'tell her I'm not the only one that will need a shave before the big occasion. I've a preference for bald pussies.'
'Alright, I'll mention it. . . And I'll bell you this evening about a time and place.'
'Righto, Wanda. It is Wanda, isn't it?'
Somehow I finished cutting the hedge, though my mind was in a whirl. Did she mean it? Was I actually going to get to play with those firm young tits, and empty my balls into that pristine pussy?
I spent that evening blankly staring at the TV screen without the slightest idea what was showing. Would Widow Woman really fix me up with Nubile Daughter, or was she setting me up? I'd just about decided it was all a hoax and I would be better in my bed, albeit alone for once, when she rang.
'Saturday. Sometime in the afternoon.'
'Good, I'm on early shift and finish at lunch time, so the afternoon's perfect.' I attempted to keep my eager craving hidden.
She laughed, 'Not too strenuous a shift, I hope.'
'Nah, I'll take it easy and keep plenty in reserve. Where do you suggest I do the deed?'
'Here I think, then you can make it appear casual and no big deal. We won't set a time. Just arrive and let it happen.'
'And don't forget our bargain. I'll come over to your place in the evening for my share.'
'Oh! Okay, sure.'
I was being manipulated but it was either agree or risk losing what was likely to be the fuck of a lifetime. So, fancy the Widow Woman or not, it looked as if she was going to finish up in my bed after all. It was a price I'd willingly pay, or so I told myself.
Thankfully Saturday morning was routine with no sudden emergencies, which enabled me to pretty well get by on habit, my mind being totally occupied counting down the seconds to my conquest of Nubile Daughter. Shift complete I had a bite to eat - literally a bite, I couldn't face food. Though a strong whisky helped to steady my nerves.
My nerves! What was happening? I was like a teenager on a first date. Where was the debonair bachelor about town, with a tally of notches on his bedpost testifying to his proficiency? My myriad of previous conquests would be mystified - and laughing hysterically.
At last the momentous hour arrived. Carefully showered and shaved I debated what to wear, and what to take. In the end I decided that if it was to appear casual and unplanned a pair of shorts would suffice in the summer heat, as well as being easily shed. And for a gift a bottle of wine might help with any ice-breaking that was required. So booted and spurred - only metaphorically, she wasn't yet ready for rough riding and I must needs be gentle until I had her broken-in and schooled - I made a beeline toward my target.
Smiling broadly Wanda met me at the door wearing a thin wrapper with, I was sure, nothing underneath. 'She's waiting in the garden.'
'You're certain she'll do it with me? I asked.
'So she says. Though she's a woman. Reserves the right to change her mind at any time - right up to the moment you actually stick it in.'
Most heartening - as if I wasn't already nervous enough. 'It won't be very comfortable for her on the grass.'
'Fool! Take her upstairs. My room will be best.' She giggled. 'Take her upstairs and take her. . . . I've got a king size bed - in case.'
'In case I want to invite a man to visit.'
'Just be gentle with her,' Wanda said. 'Remember, it is her first time.'
I found Nubile Daughter in the garden, idling in a hammock slung between two trees, ears covered by the headphones of her Ipod. At first I thought she was already naked but as I drew close I found she was pretending to wear the most miniscule bikini I have ever seen. Three tiny triangles, held almost in place by thin threads, tried valiantly to cover salient features.
She opened one eye, 'At last,' she said discarding the headphones,
Great! I like it when they display an overwhelming longing for me.
'Quality is worth waiting for.' I replied.
'We'll see if you measure up.'
'And who are you going to compare me with?'
While she tried to find a flippant comeback I leant over and closed her eyes with my lips.
'Mmmm. That's nice.' She murmured.
'I know a place where I can fulfill your most wanton desires.'
'Come, and I will take you.' That double entendre again. It must be catching.
Tumbling from the hammock she stretched the kinks from her muscles while I stared at her perfect, nearly naked body. She raised her arms high, her bounteous breasts overflowing their cursory coverings as she proudly made sure I fully appreciated what I was being granted.
Smiling down at her, I took her small hand and walked her to the house. At the bottom of the stairs I patted her butt.
'Up you go. Your mother's room.'
Giggling nervously she sped toward heaven. Swiftly I followed admiring her bare back and arse decorated by the thin strings of her nearly bikini.
Closing the door behind us I moved close and reached for the knot behind her neck. A quick pull and it was undone, the two inadequate triangles falling to expose long, stiff nipples. Another quick tug and the lower cord came free.
As I gazed into her eyes she arched her back, offering me those superb breasts. I imprisoned one between my hands, squeezing and molding the firm flesh while rolling the nipple between my fingers. She gasped and closed her eyes. Gentle, be gentle, I reminded myself.
Now for the knots of her bikini bottom - one on each hip. A couple of tugs and I released the miniscule triangle from her mound. She parted her long legs to let me draw the lower string down her arse crack and along her slit.
Ready at last!
I stepped back to relish the sight of her. She was beautiful with that beauty only a freshly ripened, untouched maid seems to possess.
I took her hands and placed them on the waistband of my shorts. 'Your turn.'
'Let me show you.' My fingers guiding her's, we searched for the fastening, then lowered the zip. My cock sprang free, searching for action. Placing her hands on each side of my shorts I said, 'Pull them down.' Tentatively she pushed the cloth to the tops of my knees.
'All the way.'
Head lowered she dragged them all the way to my feet. 'Hold a moment.' I stepped out of each leg in turn. 'Now look up.' Raising her head she found her lips being brushed by my hardon. She gasped. 'We'll keep that for next time.' I said, stroking her lips with its engorged tip. 'Today it's destined to find another home.'
She seemed to be having trouble breathing as I led her to the bed, and laid her in the middle. Reclining alongside I turned her toward me. Gentle, be gentle, I reminded myself, and pressed my lips to her's.
Slowly, tenderly I stroked her shoulder, trailed my fingers down the side of her ribs, along her hip and upper thigh, then slid into her centre, parting the petals of her nether lips and finding her hard clit.
'Ohhh!' Moaned my delightful, already wet, virgin.
Reaching for a pillow I placed it behind her arse then rolled her onto her back, leaving her pubes raised and ready.
'Not too quick, got to be gentle.' I told myself, sliding down the bed to part her thighs and explore her hot slit with my lips. She tasted heavenly.
'Ohhhh,' she moaned louder and wriggled in an effort to force my tongue deeper.
Finally I could wait no longer, the time had come for her to know the joy of having a man inside her. I opened her wide. Ran my lips up to her navel, then on through the deep valley between her breasts until my mouth found and again locked onto her's, my body following until my rigid cock was positioned at her pristine hole. With her ample jugs pillowing my chest, and her smooth thighs wrapped around my hips, I paused a moment.
'Relax,' I said. Then with a twitch of my hips slid my knob into her tight tunnel like a hot knife into butter.
"AHHH!" She groaned when her hymen gave way and my shaft plunged deep.
Time and time again my plunging hips fully sheathed my tool in her enchanting hollow before very slowly drawing it out. Deflowering her was the greatest bliss I'd ever known.
Gentle, be gentle, echoed in my mind. But I couldn't find the control; the more she moaned and raised her pelvis to meet my thrusts, the harder and faster I fucked her. I was enchanted, I was in heaven, I was aware of nothing but the ecstasy of having my flesh within her velvet lining.
Suddenly I could delay no more. 'Yes! Yes!' I triumphantly shouted as I erupted, sowing my seed deep.
Lungs heaving, breathing ragged, we lay quiet for several moments before my senses reluctantly returned to the everyday world and I rolled off her.
'Thank you, that was wonderful,' my enraptured prize whispered.
'Shhh, little one. Give me time to recover, there's more to come.' I lifted her head and kissed her smooth brow.
Slowly, languidly, I let my hands wander over her divine flesh. Occasionally my lips would find and cherish some favoured morsel - an eyelid, an ear, a nipple, her throat, her clit. Time lost its meaning until once again my muscle was primed to invade her cunni.
'Your turn to be on top,' I told her, rolling onto my back and guiding her to straddle my hips.
She giggled softly as her damp mound rubbed against my stiff shaft. She needed no instruction from me on how to use it. Her fingers felt for my length, rubbed it and pushed it against her folds, sliding it to and fro. At last she lifted slightly, positioned me at her entrance then sank down imprisoning me deep in her tight tunnel.
My hands on her shoulders I pulled her forward until I could seize a nipple between my teeth. Sucking, devouring her tit my hands found and squeezed her wonderful arse. Suddenly she groaned, 'Enough,' and sat up carefully moving my hands to grasp her boobs.
Wriggling her hips to get her cunni centrally placed over my cock she started to rise and fall, giving a grunt each time she hit bottom and a sigh every time she nearly let me slip out.
'Ohhhh Goddd!' She groaned. She was nearly there.
'Harder, faster, make me come,' I urged her.
'I am!' She shouted. 'Can't you feel me?'
Yes, yes, yes, I could feel her. I could feel nothing else. Never before had I known such joy. All too soon we came together in an explosion of pleasure so exquisite it hurt.
While our pulses gradually slowed I languorously cupped and caressed her splendid tits.
'Happy?' I asked.
'Mmmm . . .'
'I've fucked my share' - an understatement if ever I made one - 'but you rank as the best ever.'
'Do I?' She said sleepily, 'Then we must do it again.'
'Any time.' I said easing her from my hips.
As I did so the door opened and Wanda entered carrying the bottle of wine - now open - and three glasses. 'A successful outcome deserves celebrating, darlings,' she glanced at her daughter, 'I told you he was the best man around here to pop your cherry.'
'How do you know it was successful?' I asked, sitting up.
'From the noise the two of you were making. I reckon they know it in the next county.'
Nubile Daughter and I looked at each other. We hadn't exactly been quiet, but surely we hadn't been that loud.
Wanda loosened the sash of her robe and slid it from her shoulders - I'd been right, the only thing underneath was her - then carefully filled the three glasses. But why display herself now? It smacked of insecurity, of trying to convince - who? me? - that she was as desirable as her daughter.
Handing us a glass each she declared, 'A toast. To Primrose, may she never be short of a satisfying screw.'
Primrose! Was that her name? I'd never bothered to ask. It sure as hell didn't suit a girl like her. I'd have to find her a nickname.
Lifting my glass toward her I proposed a toast of my own, 'May her path lead always to fulfillment.'
'Path, what path?' Her mother asked
'It's Hamlet,' I said, 'the primrose path of dalliance.'
She sniffed and looked at her daughter. 'What were you planning for this evening, Prim? You usually go out on Saturday.'
Prim! That was even worse, no one could call such a passionate and irrepressible pussy, prim. Then it came to me - Prima. Add an A and all the connotations changed.
'I'm going out with Belle. Thought we would take in that new film at the Roxy. Why? what are you planning?'
'I'm going visiting for a while.' She glanced across at me.
Oh, sure! Of course she was. Taking Prima had increased rather than satisfied my lust so I didn't feel I would have any trouble keeping to the bargain. Indeed, now I had seen her stripped I was revising my original assessment of her allure. She obviously kept herself fit - not jogging or I'd have seen her along the road at some time - probably at the aerobics class that ran in the church hall. The result was a trim, athletic figure with a tight arse, slim waist and surprisingly shapely boobs for a woman of her age - hardly a trace of sag. Perhaps after all there had been a reason for her stripping.
Later that evening I was lounging in front of the television watching the sports results when a firm knock on the side door announced Wanda's arrival.
'Come on in. It's open.' I shouted. 'I'm in here.'
Entering she stopped just inside the door and looked at me. She was back to wearing just the thin robe she'd had earlier and a pair of soft slip-ons.
'Are you going to fuck me here or in the bedroom?' She asked, unfastening her robe to show her freshly shaved pussy.
'Oh, the bedroom. I've reached an age where I prefer to do it in comfort.'
She slipped the robe off. 'Come on, then.'
I levered my frame out of the armchair - not eagerly, but not reluctantly either - I was in the mood but, it being her, not in that much of a hurry.
In the bedroom she stood watching while I discarded my clothes. Under her keen examination my cock slowly lengthened. Stepping close she wrapped it in one slightly trembling hand, gave a short nod and said, 'Yes. That's what I want.'
'Yes, yes, yes.' Each word was slightly louder. 'Yes, fuck me! Stick it in deep!'
'On the bed,' I ordered.
She threw herself on her back, legs spread, knees bent, her cunni lips slightly parted. I made her wait a moment then climbed on top of her, my weight on my arms and knees, the tip of my tool nudging her entrance.
Her breathing was loud. Her eyes stared expectantly into mine.
'Ready?' I asked.
She spread her legs wider and panted, 'Now! Put it in now!'
I pushed down, my cock slowly burying itself in her cunni. She was wet and warm and I fitted surprisingly well into the tunnel that had produced Prima. Impatient, her stomach bucked upwards forcing my cock all the way into her cunni and making my balls bang against her pubic bone.
'Hold your horses. Let me do the work,' I told her, grabbing her hips to hold her steady.
As I slowly began to withdraw she arched her back, her muscles squeezing me tight, reluctant to let me go. Finally, only my tip still inside her I pushed down again. She was breathing in a series of deep, throaty moans, her head rolling slowly from side to side causing her lush white boobs with their rosy, tip-tilted nipples to sway back and forth across her chest. She grabbed my buttocks, pulling me close until our mounds pressed tight.
'Fuck me hard, Bob.' She cried, her fingernails biting into the skin of my arse.
I quickened my pace, my strokes driving deep, while she began to jerk her hips up and down in time to my rhythm. She was breathing now with quick, short throaty gasps. Her hands slid up my back leaving long scratches. Her legs lifted higher, locking her ankles behind my back. Now as I pulled up she came with me, four or five inches off the mattress before I hammered her back down.
'Yessss!!! Oh, God! Yessss! That's it!' She screamed in ecstasy, her cunni gripping me even harder. Her back arching as high as it could she shook with a series of strong spasms and gave a high pitched shriek.
I erupt inside her, spurt after spurt pumping into her as she milked me of every last drop.
Reaching for a towel I wiped the sweat from our bodies before, laying my head on Wanda's breast, I closed my eyes and gently sucked her nipple.